Great folks, those Turbervilles, rolling rich.

My father was manager then fo' the general--that was nearly forty years ago.

There was life here then, sir; the place was alive with niggers and the house full of guests from one month's end to another." He drummed on the desktop.

"Who'd a thought it wa'n't to last for ever!" "And what became of the daughter who married Turberville ?" "Died years ago," said Crenshaw.

"She was here the last time about thirty years back.